Soggy Pillows and Other Meddling

1210h
A three hour jerkaround in attempting to get to sleep last night, and I was even allowed to look at my watch in the dim light and see that it was past 0200h. The high daytime temperature nonsense was then extended to this E. facing apartment into the night, and "resulting" in wet pillows from putative sweat and a few like spots on the sheets too. That I laundered the sheets yesterday and this was the first night sleeping in them wasn't any fluke given that the perps have an inordinant interest in my laundry, and especially bedding. One spends eight hours/day normally next to bedsheets, and if there is something they don't understand about them in energetic interaction terms, it comes as no surprise that they will go beserk over just laundered bedsheets.

Then, in a very rare (now, not since 2003) nightime excursion to the kitchen, the perps had me open up the Ikea elderberry fruit syrup concentrate and add some to the water I collected in a glass from the sink and drink it. The syrup, plus the same for lingonberry were acquired in 09-2008 and placed on my shelves and not used at all until last night. That the shelves are the basic formaldehyde particleboard with a melamine finish isn't remarkable, but I would posit that this is of great interest to the perps, and that they will be looking for some kind of formaldehyde "energy" when I head outside later this afternoon. Perhaps they will put on more furniture packing Fuckwits like pictured in past photos, but one never knows for sure. All those backpack wearing Fuckwits might also be carrying these materials with them as ersatz sensors in my proximity, and very likely, have been rehearsing the script in advance. It is doubtful that I see any more than the tip of the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

And I did see "someone" arrive while I was working at the Service section of car dealership some two weeks ago and mention that they were looking for someone. Some five minutes later this person and a staff member are packing a piece of furniture out the shop doors some 15' away. I can only assume they wanted some particle board "action" while I was in the building, and this was the ruse. I saves having Fuckwits walking around on the streets with boards of particleboard.

1615h
It is pleasantly warm outside as I came to know, and yet it is sweltering hot in here, out of the direct sunglight since 1100h (E. facing). Plus I had a window open and still it is hot. Needless to say I am vexed to be put through all this extra sweating when it is entirely undue and fabricated by sick assholes, still playing around with crumb placement in my apartment after seven years of this bullshit. I decided that some icewine and a corkscrew will make suitable presents for a 19th birthday, my daughter in two days. The perps didn't clue me in about it until two days ago, and I learn from an email from the ex that my mother is going to take her out on Sunday. Then the perps had me confused over June and July events, just what I want everyone to know. I don't get dates confused at any time, and resent being fucked in this way, and especially when others can take advantage of it. Furthermore, I am pissed that the armrests on my chair while I sit at this here PC are soggy and are being kept that way. And I don't like it that my lower L. leg is getting twisted by some unseen force to make me more uncomfortable than I already am with the noise and Pseudosweats being so prevalent. Then the forced typos while airing the above complaints.

2010h
A sweltering time at the car dealership cleaning job tonight. The building isn't the most efficient, and some areas are worse than others. It seemed the Sales staff vacated by 1745h when they were due to stay there until 1900h (7pm). I don't get it as to why they radically changed their staffing hours of late when they had been consistently staying until 1900h Monday and Tuesday. (Today is Friday, the third such sudden vacation of all Sales staff). Anyhow, I am sure there will be some chat for me to overhear at some point to rationalize it all away. The perps like me to follow intrigues and attach it to the bigger picture, or alternately, radically re-work or debunk a notion I had about some event or person. And of course, the intrigue, or suggestion thereof has been started by the same assholes who then like me to follow the trail they laid for me. I haven't figured out why the perps like me to be so conspiratorial minded, usually into the realm of unprovable theories. I don't care much about what I can't prove, or credibly associate or correlate, and yet I have to live through all this spurious information that keeps raining down on me.

I had my posse of gangstalkers with me in the local supermarket tonight; nothing new there. The usual skinheads, back and forthers (for no seeming reason), shiftless loitering males, and probably a few more I cannot recollect. I see the olive tapenade obstruction is still in place, and both lines are absent their respective version. On with the guacamole it would seem, and I did make up the usual tortillas with it instead. And too, the red pepper flecks were in it too, and the perps know how much I loathe red-flecked anything, and are keeping my feet to the fire on this one. In the past they have reacted to my instinctive objections and quickly switched in non-pepper augmented guacamole (pure guacamole), but not this time, or at least not yet.

I am getting some central vision manipulations where all the text drops out and is gone. One shake of my head and then it comes back again. Last night the orthogonal spreadsheet lines were being turned into swirl patterns and arcs. I usrmise they are neurally invading and manipulating my sight, and it is not happening on this LCD. Though I could be wrong, as the perps have many ways to accomplish the same anomaly/jerkaround.

Enough of the dull doings of a kept person and time to call this one done.